Hot air, discard and berries.

1. Standing by a row of houses on a cold morning and watching steam and smoke curling out of chimneys and vents.

2. Fallen hornbeam leaves the colour of polished copper.

3. The leaves are mostly fallen and now there seem to be shiney red berries everywhere for the birds to gobble up.

Comments

  1. Ohh, that's one of the things I miss now that I've moved out of my parents' house. By the time I arrive for Christmas, the tree has gone up :-(

    And the decorations in town are magic -- I love the way you go past in the morning and it's just drab old November; and then you go past in the evening and there are lights everywhere!

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